[You know what? He's going to take it. And gingerly sit down and probably look awkward whilst doing so. Like a bear balancing on a branch. Even if the bear is graceful, perfectly poised, and proud of itself there's still something awkward in watching it descend. It's kind of like...you know that feeling when you're at your grandparent's house and they're fine with you breaking a window but you still feel a bit awful about it? Like that.]
There was a boar. [Wait, that made it sound completely wrong.] A large, flaming boar. [Okay, better.] It had somehow escaped Muspelheim and came to this land.
[...the cake was actually pretty good, which made the drop of rain even worse.]
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There was a boar. [Wait, that made it sound completely wrong.] A large, flaming boar. [Okay, better.] It had somehow escaped Muspelheim and came to this land.
[...the cake was actually pretty good, which made the drop of rain even worse.]